After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

It was almost the distance where the tip of the nose touched the tip of the nose, and the kiss could be reached by lowering the head, and the two people's ambiguous breaths were entangled together.

Murong Qiao stared at Huo Yichen without blinking her eyes, and then suddenly choked out a sentence after a while.

"You are so pretty."

Huo Yichen waited for a long time, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but considering that Murong Qiao could only go to bed after packing up, he became serious again.

Just as he was still thinking about how to make Murong Qiao behave and go to sleep, he started to be dishonest again.

The hand that was holding onto the hem of his clothes climbed up at some point and moved towards the collar, Murong Qiao gradually straightened up and wanted to face Huo Yichen with his body, but he couldn't use his strength, so he could only half cling to Huo Yichen.

She seemed to be lying in Huo Yichen's arms, holding the other's face with both hands and exerting a slight force.

"Why, don't you look at me?" Murong Qiao asked suspiciously, tilting his head after a pause in his speech.

She asked while holding Huo Yichen's face, trying to meet his gaze.

Drunk people are known to be unreasonable.

Huo Yichen had no intention of saying anything to Murong Qiao, so he had to follow her movements, but Murong Qiao was such a small person, lying in front of him and seemed to be nestled in his arms, Huo Yichen turned his head and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the collar Next is a beautiful snow-white landscape.

The white is so dazzling that it is hard to forget even just by looking at it.

Huo Yichen couldn't help but see that gully in his mind, and then hurriedly looked away to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

But this made Murong Qiao unhappy.

Seeing that Huo Yichen didn't want to look at her, she pursed her lips and was about to look at her.

"Qiao Qiao..." Huo Yichen called her helplessly.

But Murong Qiao felt rebellious at this moment, and insisted on looking at Huo Yichen. Seeing that the other party kept avoiding him, he increased his strength angrily, pulled the collar and turned over, and then switched places with Huo Yichen.

She rode on Huo Yichen condescendingly, very satisfied with the angle she looked down at, and finally saw the helpless look on Huo Yichen's face.

In this way, it became Huo Yichen's sweet torture.

The white and hot body was pressed against his waist and abdomen. Seeing that Murong Qiao, who was only wearing a suspender as a lining, was tottering, Huo Yichen had no choice but to restrain himself and put his hands on the other's waist, so as not to let her fall.

But the soft touch from his hand made his attention drift away involuntarily, which made Huo Yichen feel even more headache.

"You are drunk, Qiao Qiao." Huo Yichen reminded her, trying to wake up the reason of a drunk person.

If he could say that he could restrain himself like that just now, but now such an intimate contact, Huo Yichen felt restless in his body, because he really didn't have confidence in himself.

Murong Qiao frowned, and refuted him solemnly. "I drink fruit juice, so I won't get drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Murong Qiao emphasized again.

She bent down and kissed Huo Yichen actively.

As they got closer, the taste of the fruit wine became extraordinarily sweet and rich, with a bit of mellow aroma and bewitching feeling, slowly enveloping Huo Yichen, trying to let him taste it too.

After drinking, Murong Qiao was extraordinarily bold, and even dared to stick out the tip of his tongue to seduce him, and even squinted his eyes and looked at him boldly in pleasure.

Huo Yichen's breathing suddenly became heavier, and the hand that was restrained on the waist raised his fingertips and moved slightly upwards.

At this moment, the bedroom seems to be filled with ambiguity, even a little breath is full of heat, and even the thoughts in the body are restless.

The thread called rationality in Huo Yichen's mind was so tight that it was provoked almost every moment.

Just when he felt that the wire was about to break, the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated suddenly, which brought back Huo Yichen's thoughts about going out of line.

Huo Yichen heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the ringtone, and was about to get up to pick it up, when Murong Qiao took the phone and swiped it to end the disturbing ringtone.

"So annoying." Murong Qiao hung up without even looking at it.

She put her hands on Huo Yichen's chest, looked at the other's collarbone in a lying posture, and suddenly felt that it was very beautiful, so she bit it.

The bite was a bit heavy, Huo Yichen felt the pain coming from his chest, but he didn't even frown, instead he protected the other party from being tilted so that he could fall under the bed.

As a result, after this, there was no movement.

After feeling that Murong Qiao who was lying on his body suddenly became extremely quiet, Huo Yichen looked down and found that the other party was asleep, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

It's good to sleep.

Fortunately, nothing happened. Looking at Murong Qiao who was in a deep sleep, Huo Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ended the night with difficulty.

Huo Yichen didn't have the energy to do other things after being tormented like this, so he simply settled down with Murong Qiao and slept next to him, so that he could keep an eye on people all the time to avoid any further situations.

The night gradually deepened, and the time passed and it was approaching twelve o'clock.

Except for Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen who left early and went back to the room, the others are almost ready to go to bed after eating.

The charm of alcohol is extraordinary, and it can even disrupt the biological clock that people have long been accustomed to.

When Murong Qiao opened his eyes early the next morning, he was hit by a hangover headache, and his whole body was blinded.

She blankly glanced at the clock, which showed twelve o'clock, and didn't know what year it was.

After a long while, the gradually waking brain finally sorted out his thoughts, which allowed Murong Qiao to wake up and at the same time brought back the memories of last night.

"Hiss—" Murong Qiao took a breath, and suddenly felt that he was about to explode.

Thinking of the extraordinarily daring and suffocating operations she did last night, Murong Qiao felt his face burn.

The point is that she doesn't want to recall at all, but the images in her mind are played in turn, reminding herself of what good things she has done.

"Are you awake?" Huo Yichen pushed the door lightly and came in, and found that she was more casual after waking up.

Seeing Murong Qiao covering her head, Huo Yichen frowned, and put the hot milk in her hand.

"Head hurts? Or is it uncomfortable?"

Huo Yichen sat next to her uneasy, "I don't know who bought the wine last night, maybe it was the wrong one."

"It's all right." Murong Qiao shook his head like a rattle.

The other protagonist from last night was sitting in front of her, and Murong Qiao didn't even have the courage to say what she was thinking about just now.

"I asked for leave from the show, don't worry." Huo Yichen added.

He was so drunk last night, Huo Yichen didn't plan to get up to record the show, so he sent a message to Yuan Qing directly.

No wonder she didn't wake up until twelve o'clock...

Murong Qiao reached out to rub his forehead, but Huo Yichen took over this action first.

Huo Yichen rubbed her forehead seriously, "If you don't feel well, just lie down obediently, we don't need us for today's program recording."

"I'll go to the living room to deal with the company later, just call me if you need anything."

After Huo Yichen finished speaking, he rubbed Murong Qiao's forehead for a while, and after making sure that she had nothing uncomfortable, he went to the living room.

I have to admit that Huo Yichen's departure made her relax a bit.

Murong Qiao was still a little immersed in the embarrassment of last night, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

It was Jiang late calling.